#compelling voice

[sociallyawkwardfoxwriter]

Prompt: Compelling Voice

Relationship: Leon S. Kennedy/Chris Redfield

Character: Leon S. Kennedy, Chris Redfield

Tags: Suicidal Thoughts, PTSD, Survivor's Guilt, Depression, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

@badthingshappenbingo

[itsawhumpderfullife]

Whump Prompt #275

“Woah, hey... I know you’re scared. You don’t know me and being in there with Whumper surely hasn’t had you hoping for the best. But please. All I’m doing is removing your gag. No one should have to suffer like this. Wh-Whumpee. ”

A short exhale.

“Thank you. Now try to stay still, I don’t want to accidentally tighten this before I get it off. Now unlatch this.... flip that....twist that.... Wow someone really didn’t want you talking... Anyways, I’ve just about got it off. Just one last thing and there we-”

“Shut up.”

“Mmm? Hmmm?”

“Yes, I know your lips are stuck together! SHUT UP! I can’t- I can’t trust you. I- Why- Why are your eyes so kind? I- Tell me exactly what your goal is with taking me and if you knew what I could do. Otherwise, stay unable to speak.”

“I snuck into Whumper’s base to try to find out what they were planning, but seeing you trapped and so beaten and broken, I couldn’t just stand by. Whumper had you for a reason and I was going to ruin their plans, especially one’s that involved torturing anyone. I knew nothing about you and the ability you apparently possess that is causing my voice to act outside of what I want. The feeling your voice elicits in me is something I have never even thought could exist.”

“I- One last thing. Will you let me go?”

“In time, I have no intention of keeping you captive like Whumper had, but in order to rehabilitate you and bring you back to health, I intended to bring you back to my base and care for you until you were able to leave with full ability to thrive outside of our care. The thought of keeping you trapped in any way that Whumper did sickens me. I will understand if you dislike that course of action. The treatment within Whumper’s base was likely something that might not inspire the best faith of others.”

“I- I- can’t- Fuck. I want to hate you, but... You are so much different than Whumper that I-”

Sob.

“You can have your voice back. I- Is this what it’s like to be a person? Not a thing?”

“Ack.” Cough. “Oh Whumpee... Yes... I... If you’ll have me, I will show you exactly what it’s like to live like a person and not something to use. We’ll figure that out later though... For now, it’s alright just to hold me. I don’t blame you for making me say those things, for pulling the truth from me. I hope to never make you use your voice like that on me again.”

Sobbing.

“I promise you that I will try everything in my power to make sure no one else takes advantage of your ability ever again, Whumpee. For now, let’s both try and get some sleep.”

[haunting-kind-of-high]

for your bthb, i think "compelling voice" and deceit work quite well together

Master of Puppets (Part 1/2)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Prompt: Compelling voice

Characters: Roman, Virgil, Deceit

Ship: Prinxiety

Warnings: Unsympathetic Deceit, mind control, mention of murder and suicide

Summary: Roman and Virgil have been close for years. Platonically, romantically and professionally. They're inseparable, both as partners and heroes. Can one fateful night change that?

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[britishassistant]

So, who is Nails Nathan? Can you do 02 and 11 with him?

2. Best Friend: Johnny Powers, unfortuantely enough.

The pair met on a counsel estate on the outskirts of London. At the time “Nails” was just a 9 year old kid who bit his fingernails occasionally, and spent his time trying to build things that went fast. His pride and joy was an old cart that he’d manage to rig up with a semi-working motor built from scrap.

He met a new kid who had just moved in, 7 years old with a mother who seemed to be recovering from some serious injuries. The kid seemed sad and lonely, so Nails took him on a joyride that had him kind of scared of how fast the child insisted they go. When the boy’s Ma came out to call him in, the boy looked at Nails and told him “ya’re gonna be my best friend forever.”

When the boy and his Ma left the estate, Nails went with them. He doesn’t really remember his old family and friends anymore. He can barely recall his name, on bad days.

11. Worst Fear: Johnny Powers

As time went on, Nails came to learn exactly what his best friend was capable of. Johnny was driven to become powerful enough that he would never need fear the Man with the Scar again, and he conducted his dealings and repaid his grudges with the kind of ruthlessness and cruelty only children can possess.

When a rival gang lord broke a territory agreement, Johnny had the man’s nephew lock him in his hideout, alongside his gang and his family, and burn all the occupants alive.

Those who failed him would often be ordered to kill or cripple those close to them, including family members, neighbors, and pets, before committing suicide.

One incompetent private eye who managed to struggle dangerously close to Johnny’s smuggling operation was forced to tie his younger brother to a bomb, and then was left to try and decativate it before it exploded. He was unsuccessful.

Nails knows that Johnny likes him. It’s what “saves” him when he makes mistakes, or when his skills as a getaway driver fail him. But Nails also knows he wasn’t cut out for this gangster business. And it’s only a matter of time before Johnny loses interest in him for good and decided to trade his old best friend in for a new one.

[retired-quill]

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Lafayette

Pairing: None

Word Count: 500

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Hi all! This evening’s fic is a spooky little thing from the prompt Compelling Voice. I love writing creepy stories.

I almost broke my 500 word limit on this one! Instead of doing that I decided I am giving this one a part two, because the idea just won’t leave me alone.

If you’d like to send me a prompt my ask box is open! There’s this lovely list of whump prompts-  this list! Give me something fun to do for stress relief from work!

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The first time Alexander hears it- the voice clear enough it sounds right next to him, he’s so startled he drops his quill. He’s heard his mother before in dreams, but never while awake, and certainly not while focusing so intently on—

“Alexander?”

He blinks, looks up partway leaned over to retrieve his quill and into Laurens’ concerned face. “I’m fine,” He says quickly. He grasps the fallen quill and sits up again. “I just thought I heard…”

What? His mother? A woman who’s been dead over ten years. Hamilton closes his mouth and shakes his head and tries to ignore the look of concern from his friend.

“It’s nothing.”

Alexander looks around for a moment- later he might chide himself for wasting his time. Of course his mother isn’t here. He reaches over the table and dips his quill in the inkpot before resuming his letter. He pretends to ignore the shiver that races down his spine.

 **

The second time he’s walking alone across camp, clutching a ledger under his cloak to protect it from driving rain. Her voice cuts clear through the rain and stuns him in his tracks. Alexander whirls around, his ledger falling from his hands, papers ruined.

His mother calls him again and again and again. Every shred of sense he has tells him it’s impossible, the dead cannot speak. But that voice seems to latch onto his very soul and pull. It leaves Alex feeling like a small boy again, wanting nothing more than to be comforted by his mother.

Alex stumbles over something. His mind vaguely registers it with a whispered warning. No- there’s no danger. Not when his mother’s voice carries through the wind and soothes any worry away.

“Hamilton! What are you doing out here? You will make yourself ill!”

Alexander blinks once, twice, and the world shifts back into focus. He’s abruptly aware that he’s shivering, even as Lafayette throws his own cloak around his shoulders, muttering concerns in English and French. When he finds his voice, he insists he’s fine. Lafayette insists he’s not.

“I felt it. Did you not? There is something wicked. Evil.”

It cannot be real.

 ***

Alex dreams.

He is a child, running along a sandy beach under a cloudless blue sky. Laughter bubbles from his chest as he approaches a familiar figure. He recognizes his mother.

You’ve been hiding from me, Alex.

The tone is playful. He cannot focus on her face but he imagines her smile. No, not hiding. I have so much to do.

A hand reaches for his cheek. Alex steps back, warning whispering in the back of his mind. Wicked.

Come with me, my Alex.

Her hand extends toward his.

You’ll be so much happier with me.

He’s missed her so much.

Come now. One more step.

Somewhere someone shouts his name. It’s so far away he can hardly hear, far across the ocean.

My Alex.

He take her hand, smiles up into his mother’s face. The unease fades away. Forgotten.

[chrismerle]

‘nother one for @badthingshappenbingo​. sick of me yet?

warning: mild brainwashing.

Compelling Voice

The thing is, none of them have actually heard Edge sing before.

Well, strictly speaking that isn't true. They've heard him sing like a regular person, performing for coins with a regular voice.

But when it comes to his more particular talents—when it comes to his god's voice—they have never heard him sing.

They have heard him hum, and usually that is all that a situation calls for. As unusual as Adrian, Vega, and Magnus can sometimes seem, they don't actually make any concerted efforts to start trouble. There wouldn't be anything in it for them. Even so, it does happen, but it tends not to be serious. So they have heard Edge hum, because that is typically all it takes to calm an uppity vendor who wants to call the guards because Magnus looked at him cock eyed or the occasional barkeep who tries not to let them rent a room because Vega definitely doesn’t own the jewelry she carries.

Most people, at the end of the day, don't actually hold onto their angry that complexly.

They're in Edge's hometown when that finally changes. They breeze through the gates, Edge at the lead, and it seems like nothing could ever go wrong. It's Edge's home, after all. He doesn't seem particularly concerned himself.

And then a guard locks eyes on them and gasps, "You came home," before he bids a hasty retreat. And finally, Edge seems perhaps slightly concerned. Perhaps a bit.

He seems a bit more concerned as they get to the main square and find most of the town there, waiting for them. Most notably, what seems to be the entire town guard has crowded into the square.

Magnus rests a hand on his sword out of instinct, drawing closer to Adrian and Vega's backs as he does, and it seems to be the only sign of trouble anyone is waiting for.

"You brought the monster killer with you this time," one of them says.

Almost unconsciously, Adrian and Vega crowd together in front of Magnus.

Edge sighs. "We're passing through. That's all."

"The last time you tried to pass through, people died."

It's the only warning Edge gets before someone grabs him by the shoulders and forces him to his knees, wrestling his arms behind his back.

A lot happens in the blink of an eye.

Magnus pulls his sword from its sheath. Vega tugs her butcher knife from her belt. With a word, sparks gather in Adrian's hand.

The square comes to a standstill again. Though the guards outnumber their small party of four, the fact remains that they are small town guards and most have seen little more threatening than a thief.

Edge struggles like a cat that's been scruffed, making it halfway to his feet, the guard still holding his arms, before he finally growls, "Oh, fuck this," and sings.

There are no words to the song. As creative as he is, he isn't going to bother coming up with an entire song on the spot just to commemorate the time his childhood neighbors tried to threaten his friends. The song is, instead, simply a string of notes. Just wordless syllables.

It makes no difference.

The hands holding his arms behind his back release and he gets to his feet. By the time he's standing upright, his tail lashing behind him like a whip, everyone has taken several large steps back, away from Vega, Adrian, and Magnus. That seems to be the only motion it occurred to them to make, as they all stand motionless, their expressions slack and glassy-eyed.

Edge steps forward, toward the guard who first saw them and who presumably assembled the mob. If there is anything he wants to say, he apparently deems it less important than upholding his thrall.

The guard lifts a hand, slowly, mechanically, as if it's being pulled up with a pulley and a string. He reaches for the knife at his belt and pulls it from the sheath. He lifts his hand higher, toward his own throat.

"Edge."

Magnus's hand clamps down on Edge's shoulder, and the guard freezes, his knife at collarbone height.

"Let's not make a scene," Magnus suggests. "We came to restock and that is it."

Edge is still looking at the guard, but the guard's hand does not lift any higher.

"Go find anything we might need," Adrian says, nudging Vega into motion. "Be quick. Use your best judgment."

She offers him a quick grin, only barely nervous about the edges of it.

"You sure you know what you're asking of me?" she asks, but she turns and hurries away before he can rethink the suggestion.

The townspeople stay frozen in place around them. That, itself, is unnerving enough, but making it worse is the way that Adrian can feel Edge's voice trying to find purchase at the back of his thoughts, like rats clawing around in a box. He knows the only reason he, Vega, and Magnus aren't in the same situation as everyone else in the square is because Edge has chosen to exempt them.

He shares a look with Magnus. It means nothing in particular, beyond 'can you fucking believe?'

In the interests of getting out of the situation as quickly as possible, they decide it's for the best that they help Vega restock their supplies. If Edge decides to carry on with his plans while they're gone will just have to be a surprise.

[storytellingdevices]

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